Wednesday, August 05, 2015

this lady had a baby.

her name is sunny, and i really dig her.

sister friends


Back then, you made best friends with the stoner chick in art history when she gave you a ticket to the show for your birthday. Friendship was catalyzed by general education requirements and bonded by the shared love of a band. And lsd.

When you broke up with your boyfriend, she came over with a bag of groceries and rented vhs tapes for a marathon power lounging sess. She made you watch “The Joy Luck Club” and “The Color Purple” and you both cried and cried the messy hiccup-y cry that soon mushrooms into a dark lamentation of All That Is Wrong With The Dream. Shitty boyfriends, detached boomer parents, and deforestation of our beloved redwoods, and what about the rainforest? Why was there so much unkindness?

We loved Julia Butterfly Hill, we wanted our apartments to look like a Joni Mitchell Song. We had no idea how beautiful we were. We chased after boys who also failed to realize how beautiful we were.

Back then, when you fainted and she ditched you in the balcony at the Warfield for a cute hippie dude with floor tickets, you started to learn more about friendship. And hippies. Later, when you had plans to share a house with a puppy in the yard and a vegetable garden, she moved in with the guy you both bought weed from. She got pregnant.

You stopped speaking to her. You started to hang out with an eccentric group of artists or intellectuals or generic college students. You added reggae and hip hop to the mix tape collection. You traded in your Birkenstocks for combat boots. You started to wear a bra. You finished growing up without her.

Decades later, when you meet again on Facebook, she will send you a hostile email about what a lousy friend you were because you stopped talking to her. You learn that she had to move back home to her parents in Nebraska (or Long Beach, or Akron, or Scottsdale), her mom died in a car accident, she once had to work at a strip club in Minnesota in the late 90s, she is an alcoholic.

You miss her.

Both of you are right to be angry.

Thursday, August 14, 2014

this weariness

the legacy of slavery in these united states 
is a formidable samskara to clear
but it can be done 
"What were the protesters in Ferguson actually protesting on Sunday night? ...they were protesting the very disposability of the Black Body. The disposition of ‘ontological death’, meaning what constitutes a ‘full person’ (by any interpretation) is not recognized in the black population of America by the prevailing social institutions. So little significance does the Black Body hold that the media would rather talk about broken windows and burned out corner stores than the death of a living, breathing, human being...
...It must be contextualized in a long and ongoing lineage of violence against the Black Body..."
--from Justice for Mike Brown via A SWIMMER IN THE OCEAN

Monday, July 28, 2014

bee dancer : bee queen

give bees a chance

digging bliss is a garden blog i check out regularly by garden lady angela pratt. angela lives in the sacred city, and once upon a time i too kept a garden in sunset climate zone 8 (i've spent the last year digging around in sunset climate zone 20 with pretty good results). anyhow, dear reader, am sharing some rather important info by way of angela about the bees and a wonderful artist named nora wildgen! nora is helping the bees and she is helping us help the bees as well. mosey on over to learn more.

Bee Swell recommends avoiding:

Thursday, May 15, 2014

yes we have no aloha

if good fences make good neighbors...

Have you ever met someone with an aloha deficit who wants to move to Hawaii? Might I introduce you to my neighbor No-loha?

No-loha has never said hello over the fence, even though we can see each other over the fence, both front yard and back. Well, now actually we only see each other over the fence in the front yard because the clumping black Buddha bamboo planted last year along the wall in the backyard has reached epic proportions.

Wednesday, April 09, 2014

or so says joseph strauss

The Redwoods
by Joseph Strauss


Here, sown by the Creator's hand.
In serried ranks, the Redwoods stand:
No other clime is honored so,
No other lands their glory know.

The greatest of Earth's living forms,
Tall conquerors that laugh at storms;
Their challenge still unanswered rings,
Through fifty centuries of kings.

growing is forever : a poem by kallie markle

Monday, April 07, 2014

a word to you from gary snyder

For The Children
by Gary Snyder

The rising hills, the slopes,
of statistics
lie before us.
the steep climb
of everything, going up,
up, as we all
go down.

In the next century
or the one beyond that,
they say,
are valleys, pastures,
we can meet there in peace
if we make it.

To climb these coming crests
one word to you, to
you and your children:

stay together
learn the flowers
go light